I’ve been so busy the past few weeks that it has been hard to really realize the magnitude of what we’re doing. We’ve just been trying to get here. Now that we’re here, it’s starting to sink in a bit. I was playing in the waves with Jacob and noticing how lusciously beautiful the wet-season backdrop is against the Pacific in the light of the setting sun. We’re not simply enjoying this for a week. This is our reality for a year. But at dinner tonight, as we were all exhausted and waiting for our food, the terror began to grow. This is our reality for a year. No job. No income. No comfortable and stable home. No letting Rachel deal with the “Why?” questions for the bulk of the day only to arrive at home for dinner and bedtime. Our reality for a year…
As we were walking home in the dark and in the rain, holding the kids to comfort them from the barking of the neighbor’s dog, we got attacked by fire ants. It’s thundering and pouring rain outside, which I find to be soothing and relaxing, but the kids are worked up tonight and having a hard time going to sleep, even though they’re exhausted. Charlotte said she wanted to go home to “our blue house” (our apartment). This change is unsettling for them too.
I get how the Israelites felt so many times out in that desert. “What have you done to us by bringing us out of Egypt?”